la sagra del vino
a faithful, if idiosyncratic, account of 7 hours spent in a one-horse town that prides itself in the (worst) wine. it comes out of fountains, supposedly. we sat on the footsteps. jamming and yapping with the locals. and the rest.
07 October, 2007
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Did you get the phone number of the guy in the 1st photo playing the bongo, at all...?
sxg has first dibs....got many many pix of him. couldn't get phone numberd due to proximity of his skank gf.
HANDS OFF, le duc.
even in my day-after haze, i can recall that he was very talented with his hands. and mouth?
it's all a blur
I know him. Now bugger off you all. You never liked these kind of guys.
fountains of booze? mmm, love it..... forget the man. Although he is rather handsome. don't you find it rather disturbing that we all have the same taste? er....
fountains of booze? mmm, love it..... forget the man. Although he is rather handsome. don't you find it rather disturbing that we all have the same taste? er....
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